The Golden Age, or The Lives of Jupiter and Saturn · chunk 14 of 36
Heywood, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1610 [1609-1611] (Annals) classical legend or myth · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Now you're ours, you're welcome, kiss our hand, You promise well, we like you, and will grace you. And if with our election yours agree. Calisto here your bedfellow shall be. You Gods your will eternize me to your choice, Madam I seal both with my soul and voice Then hand each other and acquaint yourself And now let us proceed in the pursuit, Of our determined pastimes, dedicate To the entertainment of these beauteous maids. satires and fawns ring out your pleasing choir, This done, our Bugles shall to heaven aspire. Follow, pursue, the Stag hath took the Mountain, Come let us climb the steep cliffs after him, Let through the air your nimble javelins sing. And our free spoils home with the evening bring. Follow, follow, follow. The nimble Ladies have outstripped us quite, Unless we speed we shall not see him fall. we are too slow in pursuit of our game; Let's after tho; since they outstrip our eyes, Run by their notes, that from their Bugles rise. Hast gentle Lady, we shall lose our train, And miss Dianai's pastime in the chase, Hie then to stain our javelins guilded points In blood of yond swift Stag, so hot pursued. Will you keep pace with me? I am tired already. Nor have I yet been to these pastimes breathed, Sweet shall we here repose ourselves a little? And lose the honour to be first at fall? Fear not, you shall come time enough to fall. Either you must be so unkind to me, As leave me to these deserts solitary, Or stay till I have rest, for I am breathless And cannot hold it out, behold a place Remote, an Arbour seated naturally, Trimmed by the hand of nature for a bower, Screened by the shadowy leaves from the sun's eye. Sweet will you sit, or on the verdure lie? Rather than leave you, I will lose the sport I'll find you pastime, fear not, Oh my Angel, Whether wilt thou transport me, grant me measure. Of joy, be free, I surfeit on this pleasure. Come shall's lie down a little. South I will. I thirst in seas and cannot quaff my fill, Behold before me a rich Table spread. And yet poor I am forced to starve for bread: We be alone, the Ladies far in chase, And may I die an Eunuch by my vow, If bright Calisto you escape me now. Sweet bedfellow your hand, what have I felt, Unless blanched snow, of substance not to melt? You gripe too hard. Good sooth I shall not rest Until my head be pillowed on thy breast. Lean on me then. So shall I wrong mine eyes, To leave your face to look upon the skies. O how I love thee, come let's kiss and play. How? So a woman with a woman may. I do not like this kissing. Sweet sit still, Lend me thy lips, that I may taste my fill. You kiss too wanton.
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Now your're ours, you'r welcome, kisse our hand, You promise well, wee like you, and will grace you. And if with our election your's agree. Calisto here your bed-fellow shall be. You Gods your will eternize me to your choice, Madam I seale both with my soule and voyce Then hand each other and acquaint your selfe And now let vs proceed in the pursuite, Of our determin'd pastimes, dedicate To the entertainement of these beuteous maides. Satyres and fawnes ring out your pleasing quire, This done, our Bugles shall to heauen aspire. Follow, pursue, the Stag hath tooke the Mountaine, Come let vs climbe the steepe clifts after him, Let through the aire your nimble iauelinges sing. And our free spoyles home with the euening bring. Follow, follow, follow. The nimble Ladies haue out-stript vs quite, Vnlesse we speede we shall not see him fall. Wee are too slow in pursuite of our game; Let's after tho; since they out-strip our eyes, Runne by their noates, that from their Bugles rise. Hast gentle Lady, we shall loose our traine, And misse Dianai's pastime in the chase, Hie then to staine our Iauelings guilded points In bloud of yon swift Stag, so hot pursu'de. Will you keepe pace with mee? I am tir'd already. Nor haue I yet bene to these pastimes breath'd, Sweet shall wee here repose our selues a little? And loose the honour to be first at fall? Feare not, you shall come time enough to fall. Either you must be so vnkind to mee, As leaue me to these deserts solitary, Or stay till I haue rest, for I am breathles And cannot hold it out, behold a place Remote, an Arbor seated naturally, Trim'd by the hand of nature for a bower, Skreen'd by the shadowy leaues from the Suns eye. Sweet will you sit, or on the verdure lye? Rather then leaue you, I will loose the sport I'le finde you pastime, feare not, Oh my Angell, Whether wilt thou transport me, grant me measure. Of ioy, be free, I surfet on this pleasure. Come shal's lye downe a little. South I will. I thirst in seas and cannot quaffe my fill, Behold before mee a rich Table spread. And yet poore I am forc'd to starue for bread: We be alone, the Ladyes farre in chace, And may I dye an Eunuch by my vowe, If bright Calisto you escape me now. Sweet bed-fellow your hand, what haue I felt, Vnlesse blancht snow, of substance not to melt? You gripe too hard. Good sooth I shall not rest Vntill my head be pillowed on thy breast. Leane on me then. So shall I wrong mine eyes, To leaue your face to looke vpon the skyes. O how I loue the, come let's kisse and play. How? So a woman with a woman may. I do not like this kissing. Sweet sit still, Lend me thy lippes, that I may taste my fill. You kisse too wantonly.